The New Dispensation II by Rudyard Kipling

Writing of Kadir Baksh so wrought up my feelings that I could not rest / till I had at least made an attempt to get a _budli_ of some sort. / The black man is essential to my comfort. I fancied I might in this / city of barbarism catch a brokendown native strayed from his home and / friends, who would be my friend and humble pardner -- the sort of man, y' / know, who would sleep on a rug somewhere near my chambers (I have forty / things to tell you about chambers, but they come later), and generally / look after my things. In the intervals of labour I would talk to him in / his own tongue, and we would go abroad together and explore London.[30]

Do you know the Albert Docks? The British-India steamers go thence / to the sunshine. They sometimes leave a lascar or two on the wharf, / and, in fact, the general tone of the population thereabouts is brown / and umber. I was in no case to be particular. Anything dusky would do / for me, so long as it could talk Hindustani and sew buttons. I went / to the docks and walked about generally among the railway lines and / packing-cases, till I found a man selling tooth-combs, which is not a / paying trade. He was ragged even to furriness, and very unwashed. But / he came from the East. "What are you? " I said, and the look of the / missionary that steals over me in moments of agitation deluded that / tooth-comb man into answering, "Sar, I am native ki-li-sti-an," but he / put five more syllables into the last word.